Nakakabagot ang buhay. Lalo na pag papasok ka nang school, kakain, humiga sa pera, maligo sa puri, mamili ng babae, at matulog. Paulit-ulit lahat araw-araw. Lahat nalaro mo na, poker hanggang pag-ibig naipanalo mo na. Kung sana may pwedeng paglaruan. Yung unique. Yung nakakatuwa. Nang dumating siya sa buhay ko, natuwa ako kasi pinaglaruan ko siya. Humingi siya ng pabor. Binigay ko. Nagpaturo siya. Tinuruan ko. Humingi siya ng masasandalan. Binigay ko. Kasi nakakatuwa siya! Pero habang tumatagal, bakit siya na yung natutuwa at ako na pinaglalaruan? Hate. Lies. Temptations. Betrayal. Pain. Love. All in one. Training To Love.

|SHORT BOOK 2 of Those Fourteen Days| Will another fourteen days be enough for them to finally have their happy ending? | ©2015 - Cover made through CANVA

Yshara Madriaga is traumatized due to a kidnapping incident during her 7th birthday, with that she's currently suffering psychogenic mutism, unable to speak makes it hard for her to tell what she really feels. She did not get much friends just like other teenagers do. Having a lot of connections and with her parents being one of the richest in the country, she was able to study in normal school just like other students at her age. In fact, she is the top student of her grade. DeAndre Villangco, one grade ahead of her, met her unexpectedly during a polo match. He got interested about her during the first meet that he cannot stop thinking about her. Not knowing why Yshara seems too distant around other people, he figured out himself and realized she doesn't speak at all. So he decided to study sign language for her, for him to hear her thoughts and build connections with her. He's in love with her and he believes he can wait forever until she says it back too. But the words to say are way too hard for her? Will he really stay until she say it? - Cover made through CANVA

Elevators. Airplanes. Palaman ng Sandwich. Yung feeling na papunta ka pa lang at excited ka pa lang sa pupuntahan mo. Yung feeling na palapit pa lang yung birthday mo. Yung feeling na palapit pa ang isa pang espesyal na araw. Yung feeling na ilang oras na lang ay pasko na. Yung feeling na tatlong araw na lang simula na ulit ng pasukan. Yung feeling na nasa gitna ka pa lang at di ka pa nakakarating. Yung feeling na malapit na pero hindi pa. Yun ang laging gusto ko. Yung nasa gitna pa lang. Yung nasa gitna ka ng dalawang bagay. Gitna ng isang building. Gitna ng langit at lupa. Gitna ng dalawang matatabang tinapay. Gitna ng byahe papuntang disneyland. Mas gusto ko yung feeling tuwing nagbabyahe kesa doon sa nakarating ka na. Mas gusto ko yung feeling na may inaantay ka kesa doon sa nandyan na. I always like the things in between. "You only like things in between, Coreen. You only like the chase... You only want me chasing after you. You don't want to decide... Pero pakiusap naman, magdesisyon ka na, kasi tao rin naman ako, nasasaktan. And you? I don't think nararamdaman mo yung sakit na nararamdaman ko... You are just too heartless."

Marriage is normally one's happily ever after in the movies, but for Aemie Ferrer-Roswell, it's just the start of a seemingly unending adventure. Can this sweet Barbie-loving airhead continue to survive the life of being wife to a Mafia boss? *** Many things changed after Aemie Ferrer became Ezekiel Roswell's wife. With the might of Yaji and Roswells combined, things should have become smooth sailing for Baby Ae and her Dong--or at least, that's what everyone thought. But with lies, secrets and betrayals constantly plaguing the two, no one knows who to trust. This time, the silly and ditzy Aemie must step up to protect everyone and everything she cherishes--including the man she loves. Will they win and overcome this battle again? Or is it the perfect time for them to accept that Mafia stories have no happy endings? DISCLAIMER: This story is in Taglish COVER DESIGNER: Rayne Mariano

Ito ay istorya ni Luna, ang magandang babaeng paborito ang salitang 'punyeta'. At ni Chance, ang pinakamalaking punyeta sa buhay niya.

The background changes. One day I'm at school. The other day I'm at the playground. The trees disappeared, the flower withered and died. I saw him smiling at me, I saw him seriously looking at me. And I turn out to be the writer of his story. ©2017 - Cover made through CANVA